I am walking among the silhouette of the trees.
Stranded and lost in the frozen breeze.
I leave no footprints on the wet earth beneath my feet.
My days are nothing but cold sleet.

I still have real feelings though lost.
My spirit fills the circle of cold frost.
I wander my own land in a pursuit of peace.
Will my weary days ever cease?

I miss my old me.
I was full of life and passions....

Now i don't even know name.
The world still looks the same.
Yet remote and far away.
Nothing good left to say.

For me night has not yet come to pass
Beneath the stars that mass
To shine on me and my weary heart.
I took my path to part.

I see nothing but the dark silhoutte of the trees.
I hear nothing but the sound of the falling leaves.
I smell nothing but the scent of the wet earth beneath.

I feel nothing but emptiness...